Johnny's P.O.V.
I hear someone screaming from a block away. I start running towards the screaming, immediately recognizing it was Pat's voice.
As soon as I get to Pat, I cannot believe my eyes! My own father was about to punch a girl! He's probably drunk, but I'm used to that.
I start running over to Pat and I push her to the side forcefully as I get ready to get punched by my dad.
The last thing I see is Pat staring down at me with a look of horror on her face...
Pat's P.O.V.
I stare at Johnny on the floor, pretty much unconscious. I look up to see that Johnny's dad is nowhere in sight so I quickly go inside the house to call an ambulance. I also call the Greasers to let them know what was going on.
At the Hospital
As I'm sitting in the waiting room waiting for a doctor to come and tell us how Johnny is doing, I feel someone sit next to me. It's Dally.
"Hey, Pam," he says dryly.
"Hi Dally," I reply, "how are you?"
"I'm alright, how about you?"
"Fine, I guess," I lie.
"How's school?"
"It's alright. I'm doing pretty well in my subjects."
Completely ignoring my answer he starts talking about how much he wants Johnny to be okay. He isn't the only one.
I can't believe him. Well I guess I understand him, who wouldn't be worried about the one person you love the most, right?
Johnny's P.O.V.
I woke up to the sound of nurses all around me, checking this, checking that, seeing if I'm okay.
"Where's Pat?" I ask groggily.
"Oh, is she the young lady outside waiting for you?" one of the nurses replied.
"I hope so," I let out. Damn, why does my throat hurt so much. I'm used to my dad punching me, so why did it hurt so much this time?
Then I remembered Dally. Those gorgeous brown eyes and that oh so cute smile of his. I missed him. But something didn't feel right between us lately. He's sometimes too busy to make time for us all because he's fighting a dumb soc or whatnot.
I hope things will get better or I'll have to break up with him.
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